She Would Be My Slave

Poem Info
279 words
4.75
4.1k
1
0
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones
9 Followers

He brought her to me
A gift of our carnality
Stood behind her and
Fired my sexuality

Naked, eyes downcast
My forbidden desire
She would be my slave
The whore I require

Her pink slit glistened
Beckoned my eager tongue
She was all silken skin
and sweetly young

He pushed her forward
As his hands brushed
The peach tinted body
As she blushed

I sat naked on the bed
Waiting for my treat
Inches from my face
I was hungry for this eat

He pulled open soft lips
My feast in full view
A fingered clit jumped
As my lusty desire grew

My fingers joined his
As together we explored
The cream touched lips
Seeking pleasures reward

I leaned into her then
Breathed deeply of her scent
Ready to end this pain
And ease my torment

The first touch of her lips
Fueled wanton craving
I gave up any thought then
Of how I was behaving

I tongued her furiously
Suckling her flavored lips
I clutched tightly holding
Her voluptuous hips

Tasting the cream she offered
I sucked her hardened clit
I wanted the cleft she offered
And I would have all of it.

She tried to move away
But he held her for me
I buried my face inside her
Eating pussy potpourri

Her clit became my target
As I bit it hungrily
She gasped as I then
Fingered her anally

I felt her body quiver as
her juice squirted in my face
I gobbled up the cream
And left her not a trace

He lay her on the bed
It was clear she would not fight
Our depraved desires for her
In our lascivious night.

Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones
9 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.